Quotes About Fashion

Isn't that the problem? That women have been swindled for centuries into substituting adornment for love, fashion (as it were) for passion?

The smell of peace is abroad, the air is cold, the skies are brittle, and the leaves have finally fallen. I wear a pony coat with skin like watered silk and muff of lamb. My fingers lie in depths of warmth. I have a jacket of silver sequins and heavy bracelets of rich corals. I wear about my neck a triple thread-like chain of lapis lazulis and pearls. On my face is softness and content like a veil of golden moonlight. And I have never in all my lives been so lonely.

much that every hour when the clock chimed, he changed his outfit. That is how

In the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets - when gentlemen wore ruffles, and gold-laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta - there lived a tailor in Gloucester.

Killer skirt, deadly legs.

He was taking off his tie, the dreadful tie with the green mermaid on it. "It's your tie, Sam—I hate it! Why must you always . . ." I'm not saying it right, she thought, not any of it.

Don't ask me why I know what an Edwardian smoking jacket looks like: let's just say it has something to do with Doctor Who and leave it at that.

Urban Outfitters, eh," said Beverley. "That explains the Dr Denim shirt." "My mum bought me that," I said. "And you think that's less embarrassing?

her hair was piled up under a broad-brimmed

She was staring at us over the top of a pair of completely pointless sunglasses and her phone was playing what I now recognised as The Day the World Turned Day-Glo by X-Ray Specs.

Gaston was a short, bulky man in his late fifties who favoured tight jeans, studded belts and sleeveless T-shirts, the better to show off the tattoos on his own arms. Only the absence of a mullet or a purple Mohican saved him from a breach of the EU directive against egregious cliché embodiment.

Vikings," said Lesley. "Precisely," said Nightingale. "Bloodthirsty, but surprisingly erudite in a limited fashion." Well

And this was all getting a bit steampunk for my liking. If Jacob Astor turned out to be wearing goggles it was going to go very hard on him indeed.

Her garments borrowed grace from her.

Still to be neat, still to be drest,As you were going to a feast.

You see these unsold goods taking up space in busy stores and ask yourself, 'Who would ever buy such a thing? To whose antiquated and misguided sense of taste would such a thing appeal?' To the dead, I answer! The dead are the eternally out of fashion! ... These piles of unsold goods are conclusive proof of the existence of an eternal and insatiable appetite.

Others began soliciting speech from him, where did you buy those awesome boots, is that a hickey or a bruise, do you still practice martial arts?

cuando yo veía a los pajes ocupados en empolvar las cabezas de los héroes a quienes servían, me pregunté si aquella operación no era la menos a propósito dentro de un buque, donde todos los instantes son preciosos y donde estorba siempre todo lo que no sea de inmediata necesidad para el servicio. Pero la moda era entonces tan tirana como ahora, y aun en aquel tiempo imponía de un modo apremiante sus enfadosas ridiculeces.

Fond pride of dress is sure a very curse

Those hot pants of hers were so damned tight, I could hardly breathe.

Perhaps there were two areas he didn't go into: clothes, and his relationship with women.

I'm really looking to reach any woman who's interested in refining and embracing her personal style.

I think what you wear really does need to reflect what your own personal style is.

Fine artists reflect, and then they act. Fashion photographers - we act, and then we reflect.